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Poetry

Mubtadiyah

By Leila Chatti

Hidden in a dim stall as the muezzin called
all worshipers to prayer, I touched privately
the indelible stain.

Menorrhagia

By Leila Chatti

Christmas, flew home packaged like a gift. Beneath my jeans a childlike padding. Came to adore the wee god, his dolorous mother.

Storm

By Leila Chatti

The summer after, a storm
split the sky over Hergla and I wanted to be in it.

Pyroclast

By Sara Eliza Johnson

When my body blew open
the shadow-glass cloud
galloped through me, glittered

Nebula

By Sara Eliza Johnson

The anemone of your dream blooms
inside the vacuum of space.
In your pocket of black wind

Alterations

By Javier Zamora

She says she lit a candle and placed it under my balls when I was born
because they were too big,

Doctor’s Office First Week in This Country

By Javier Zamora

it’s procedure to inspect
the ass of an immigrant kid

undress put this gown on
the doctor will be here soon

San Francisco Bay and “Mt. Tam”

By Javier Zamora

Every day there’s the bay, every day, every night, once, it was Estero de Jaltepec:

<i>Calling a Wolf a Wolf</i>. By Kaveh Akbar. Alice James, 2017. 100p. PB, $16.95.

Toward a New Masculinity

By Porochista Khakpour

If you are hungry for complicated layers of displacement spiked with an uneasiness of any sort of assimilation, as I am, Alex Dimitrov’s poetry might feel like just the right home for your homelessness. Bulgaria-born and Detroit-raised, Dimitrov [...]

She Wish She Was a Nigga

By Jari Bradley

It is easier for people to think I wanted
a dick swinging between my legs.

It makes more sense that way instead of the
facial hair that came at the same time

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